Wow, Susie! That's some title! I love this poem and its scissoring malice. I have often envied beautiful hair but this poem takes envy through jealousy and into spitefulness in the lines: 'Jealousy grinds its quarrelinto petty glass to woundthe spirit until it bleeds sorrow'.

breath-taking! Each carefully composed word, line, break reads like a scissor clip, severe, biting, sharp - but there is an unearthly, almost otherworldly beauty that lifts this beyond the pale of the initial words. This is a transformational experience.